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She was buried in the little cemetery at Mortlake one bright spring
afternoon, when all Nature seemed waking from its winter sleep. She was
laid to rest in the Arab tent by the side of him whom she had loved so
dearly, there to sleep with the quiet dead until the great Resurrection
Day. She was buried with all the rites of her Church. The coffin was
taken down to Mortlake the evening before, and rested before the altar
in the little church all night. The next morning High Mass was
celebrated in the presence of her relatives and friends; and after
the Benediction, the procession, headed by the choir singing _In
Paradiso_, wound its way along the path to the mausoleum, where the
final ceremony took place. As the door was opened, the camel bells
began to tinkle, and they continued ringing throughout the ceremony.
They have never rung since. The door of the tent is now closed, and
on the opposite page of the marble book which sets forth the deeds and
renown of her husband are written these words only:
Isabel his Wife.
NOTES:
1. Letter to Miss Bishop, December 27, 1891.
2. Burton's enemies.
3. Letter to Miss Bishop from Mortlake, March 25, 1893.
4. Letter to Madame de Gutmansthal-Benvenuti, January 10, 1894.
5. Letter of Lady Burton written from Trieste to Mrs. Francis Joly,
April 17, 1890.
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